Then there was a scuffling and dragging, a loud panting, and, with a few adjurations to "hold on," and "haul," and "keep tight," Dick and the man he had been lowered down to save were dragged into safety.
"Phew!" panted Dick.

"Look here, Bob Harris--never no more, my lad, never no more!" "Bravely done, Dick," whispered Gurr.
"Thank ye, sir.

But, never no more.

I want to be a good mate to everybody, but this here's a shade too much." "And I'd take it kindly, Master Raystoke, sir," said the man the midshipman had gripped, "if nex' time, sir, you wouldn't mind grappling my clothes only.

You're tidy strong now, and I can't `answer for my flesh', if you take hold like that." "Hush! No talking," said the master.